He is a graceful tsol'aa. He stands at roughly six feet in height. His skin is pale, as is expected
of a Tsol'aa. His eyes are grey, framed by modest eyebrows. His short hair is adorned with coloured ribbons and strangely enough, two halves of an arrow. A makeshift clay mandible is attached to his face; along with the arrows, his visage imitates that of an odd horkval. He dons a formal, black shirt and dark-grey trousers. His right sleeve is rolled up and the arm is dominated by an ebon leather and bone armband. He is spread unceremoniously on the floor, on a white wolf pelt in front of a fireplace, fast asleep.
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And I love too Be still, my indelible friend That love soon might end You are unbreaking And be known in its aching Though quaking Shown in this shaking Though crazy Lately of my wasteland, baby That's just wasteland, baby
Nah dude, he's literally just AFK 100% of the time.
Try having him as your ally for 6 months. Be out sailing with him in the crow's nest. See a ship. Frantically start sending him tells, beeping him on skype, spamming him non-stop. 10 minutes later, ship is long gone, he's like "Sup?"
Or just extrapolate the above to suit basically anything combat related. Dude went AFK one time while we were defiling a shrine. Like, in the middle of defiling it.
Kyttin has been slain by the might of a group of 2 burdock roots.
Wat.
Aurora says, "Tharvis, why are you always breaking things?!" Artemis says, "You are so high maintenance, Tharvis, gosh." Tecton says, "It's still your fault, Tharvis."
So Rory and Deuc called for a meeting in the Council Room. The doors open only for the Lumarches or something, we decided to just walk over instead of asking for teleport:
There is a door in the way, to the east. You give the door to the east a couple solid raps. Antidas says in a soft voice, "Tried that already." Antidas taps his foot with mild impatience.
(Order): Aurora says, "Who is rapping?" You give the door to the east a couple solid raps.
(Order): You innocently say, "It's me." (Order): Antidas says, "And me." (Order): Lyndee says, "Ada has quite a talent for rhythm, it turns out."
You hear the door leading east being unlocked. Antidas opens the door to the east. (We go east) Antidas closes the door leading west. Deucalion locks the west door.
Novelist Estzi Vorondil smiles impishly and says, "You know what they say about dwarven bread?"
Emryss peers about himself unscrupulously.
You tilt your head curiously.
Novelist Estzi Vorondil says, "That it can keep an army marching for miles."
Emryss says with a deep, rolling accent, "No, what do they say about Dwarven bread?"
Novelist Estzi Vorondil says, "Because they know if they stop, they have to eat the damn stuff."
Emryss utters a deep, rumbling laugh.
Emryss says with a deep, rolling accent, "Well you're not a whole hell of a long way off there."
You attempt to stifle your amusement but cannot help laughing aloud.
Emryss says with a deep, rolling accent, "Meats tend to be a much better delicacy of the Dwarven folk!"
Emryss says with a deep, rolling accent, "Poultry mostly."
Novelist Estzi Vorondil says to Emryss, "Now here I thought poultry was what they rode into battle."
Emryss peers at Estzi's wings and licks his lips.
You snicker softly to yourself.
Emryss gives Estzi a horrified gasp.
Estzi ruffles her wingfeathers quickly and then smooths them again.
Emryss says to Estzi with a deep, rolling accent, "THEY'RE GOATS! Not Fowls!"
Novelist Estzi Vorondil says, "Little wee free men riding to glory on fat turkeys."
Tillie hides a grin as she takes a deep swig from a flagon filled with dark lager.
Emryss says with a deep, rolling accent, "Though a nice Gizzard may yet serve it's purpose of striking fear into the hearts of our foes... Mayhaps I'll write back to the Sirroccian base camp and inform them of this revelation."
Later on...
Emryss swings his hips back and forth, permitting a breeze to cool his nether regions.
You shake your head sadly at Emryss.
You say with a rough, Inbhir Ness accent, "S'pose that are what kilts are for."
Emryss says with a deep, rolling accent, "What!"
"Heh heh heh," you chuckle.
Emryss says with a deep, rolling accent, "Exactly, what good is a kilt if you can't permit the wonderous Cyrenian weather to embrace you!"
Estzi peers at Emryss unscrupulously.
You roll your eyes.
Novelist Estzi Vorondil says to Emryss, "A kilt is never good."
Emryss gives a horrified gasp.
Emryss says with a deep, rolling accent, "It's either the kilt or this!"
Emryss waves about pink flannel pajama trousers with white bunnies energetically.
Emryss says with a deep, rolling accent, "I CAN'T GET LADIES WITH EITHER!"
The rest of the conversation was equally ridiculous and hilarious. Fun times.
Volunteer Ellemin (female Siren).
She is 18 years old, having been born on the 22nd of Daedalan, 648 years after
the fall of the Seleucarian Empire.
She is unranked in Achaea.
She is an extremely credible character.
She is not known for acts of infamy.
She is a Citizen in Cyrene.
She is considered to be approximately 0% of your might.
You tell Volunteer Ellemin, "Found a family yet?"
Ellemin tells you, "Not looking for one."
You tell Volunteer Ellemin, "Might I suggest the noble Opee lineage?"
Ellemin tells you, "Why?"
Ellemin tells you, "Cause you're making a joke."
Ellemin tells you, "That's good though. I do find it funny."
You tell Volunteer Ellemin, "I'm the funniest thing this side of the Urubamba."
I like my steak like I like my Magic cards: mythic rare.
Comments
10/10/18:09 This death was an assassination paid for by Jonesey. The reason was: for killing me
while we combated.
I'm still laughing
A frozen image of Lord Marshal Hasar Lichlord.
@Xinna
Stories by Jurixe and Stories by Jurixe 2
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Ty @Jurixe, you've made my night.
That love soon might end You are unbreaking
And be known in its aching Though quaking
Shown in this shaking Though crazy
Lately of my wasteland, baby That's just wasteland, baby
-oops, apparently too long even for a forum post...
RIP Tangod
Dat fine.
Your voice sizzles as you tell Archfiend Orzaansyn I'llur, Sartai Nunciate, "I feel like mounting a fish."
@Orzaansyn tells you in Mhaldorian, "I do not understand, Mother. Like riding an actual fish as it was a horse?"
My stomach. It hurts.
Either way, yeah... our fines are crazy.
It often ends with funny situations like this (like when I said to @Ulrike that slicing wormholes sounded delicious...).
At other times, the results are far more unpredictible. And then there are screams, cries, people loosing parts...
(Clan): Carmell says, "I called him on skype so i doubt it."
(Clan): Carmell says, "He's obviously not paying attention to his audio."
(Clan): You say, "Let's go old school and throw rocks at his window."
(Clan): Aodfionn says, "I can Defend while off EQ?"
(Clan): You say, "Yes."
(Clan): Althaia says, "He's probably pooping."
(Clan): Aodfionn happily says, "That's awesome!"
i'm a rebel
Best thing you can do is just behead him.
fking guy
Try having him as your ally for 6 months. Be out sailing with him in the crow's nest. See a ship. Frantically start sending him tells, beeping him on skype, spamming him non-stop. 10 minutes later, ship is long gone, he's like "Sup?"
Or just extrapolate the above to suit basically anything combat related. Dude went AFK one time while we were defiling a shrine. Like, in the middle of defiling it.
Wat.
Artemis says, "You are so high maintenance, Tharvis, gosh."
Tecton says, "It's still your fault, Tharvis."
(Project 9): Khaibit says, "And I'm a debt collector."
i'm a rebel
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You guys rock my socks. I know it wasn't based on me itself, but on other extenuating circumstances but I still love you all for that.
That made me giggle for so long, @Lyndee
She is 18 years old, having been born on the 22nd of Daedalan, 648 years after
the fall of the Seleucarian Empire.
She is unranked in Achaea.
She is an extremely credible character.
She is not known for acts of infamy.
She is a Citizen in Cyrene.
She is considered to be approximately 0% of your might.
You tell Volunteer Ellemin, "Found a family yet?"
Ellemin tells you, "Not looking for one."
You tell Volunteer Ellemin, "Might I suggest the noble Opee lineage?"
Ellemin tells you, "Why?"
Ellemin tells you, "Cause you're making a joke."
Ellemin tells you, "That's good though. I do find it funny."
You tell Volunteer Ellemin, "I'm the funniest thing this side of the Urubamba."